HP: For a better world

In the midst of the busyness, time came to February, and the busiest period of school finally passed. Winster was able to breathe a sigh of relief.

At breakfast this morning, the Daily Prophet delivered by Summer announced the news that the Ministry of Magic promised the public to give Sirius Black a Dementor's Kiss as soon as he was caught.

But this has not covered up people's doubts about the Ministry of Magic's execution capabilities. After all, after so many years, everyone knows what the Ministry of Magic is like.

Winster saw that this report was about Rita Skeeter again, but this report was quite standard and did not look like the style of the beetle reporter at all. It might just be a task for the newspaper.

He took the last piece of toast from his plate and fed it to Summer, watching her flapping her wings and going back to sleep. He cleaned up the table and left.

There weren't many people in the castle on weekends, as most of them took the opportunity to go out to Hogsmeade to play. Winster easily walked across the lawn where the snow had just begun to melt to Hagrid's hut.

Hagrid said he was out, and asked Winster to help feed Buckbeak. For the past month, he had been helping Hagrid train Buckbeak. Hagrid was worried about Harry and the others getting in close contact with Buckbeak, and Winster had learned the armor charm, which was enough to protect himself.

Originally Hermione wanted to come with him, but she was too tired and had dark circles under her eyes, so Winston kept her in the dormitory to rest.

So today only Winster was left to look after Buckbeak.

It was a good opportunity to avoid Hermione and see if that bastard Aragog was still alive. Hagrid was away these days, and this guy had hibernated even deeper - at first glance he looked like he was dead and motionless.

When Winster walked over, he saw a strange young man squatting next to him.

"Who?"

He was wearing a plaid woolen coat, an old gray-yellow scarf around his neck, and a leather suitcase at his side. His face looked somewhat familiar.

The young man had the same curly hair as Luo, which was playfully placed on his forehead.

Where did the strangers come from in school?

"Sir, are you here to visit Professor Hagrid?" Winster approached and stared at the visitor, but he said politely: "I'm afraid Professor Hagrid is not in school these days. He went out for something urgent. If you want to see him, you should contact Professor Dumbledore."

The man stood up at a loss and stammered, "I am, I am..."

Buckbeak let out a disdainful cry and fanned the young man with his wings, causing him to scream and stagger in front of Winster.

Winster studied him.

An adult wizard, looked to be about 18 or 9, still relatively green, and looked vaguely familiar.

The young man rubbed his slapped head and stood up. He glanced at Buckbeak with resentful eyes, "...I was thrown back by my grandfather to help. Headmaster Dumbledore originally asked him to come and help, but he had to stay because of his family's Kalenja's difficult delivery, so he called me over - oh, Kalenja is a horned beast."

He added belatedly, tilting his head to reveal the small freckles dotting his face.

"You are..." Winster narrowed his eyes, remembering a photo he had seen in Luna's hand a few months ago. Luna later seemed to have become pen pals with the other party and kept chatting with him. "Are you Rolf?"

"Yes, it's me." Rolf Scamander raised his eyes nervously, and finally spoke to Winster, "Do you know me? Am I a Hufflepuff junior?"

The old gray-yellow scarf around his neck swayed in Winster's eyes.

"It's obvious," Winster's mouth twitched, and he pointed to the house emblem on his school robe, "I'm from Slytherin, senior." Winster said with special emphasis.

Rolf suddenly showed a bad look on his face.

"What are you doing here?" Winston asked suspiciously, his eyes moving back and forth between his hut and Hagrid's. Did he break in? Aragog should not have been discovered yet?

There were no footprints at the door.

"You seem to have just graduated, right?" Winster questioned, "Why is it you and not Mr. Newt? Where is Mr. Newt?"

Rolf uttered an “Ah” and answered subconsciously: “He, he was at home delivering Kalenja.”

Then he asked eagerly, "Are you saying that Professor Hagrid isn't in school? I'm early?"

Winster didn't feel any threat. The man in front of him even tucked his wand into his sleeve because of his previous contact with Buckbeak.

"Yes," Winster looked at him, "Professor Hagrid said that an important guest would be visiting the day after tomorrow, and he went out to prepare in advance. It seems that the professor has received a notice that Mr. Newt should arrive the day after tomorrow."

"But it seems his expectations were in vain." Winster said slowly, "Is Mr. Newt really not coming?" he asked with a little disappointment.

Rolf scratched his face a little embarrassedly. "I think so. It's just me... Although grandpa has retired, he is still obsessed with finding new wild magical animals. They just received news of a poison sac leopard before throwing me over. Grandma also went with him and won't be back for a short time."

He gave a small smile, "When Grandpa comes back I'll be able to make new friends in his suitcase!"

"suitcase?"

“That’s it!” He stepped aside halfway to let Winston see the suitcase at his feet. His spirits soared in an instant, his eyes full of longing: “See? My biggest dream is to have a suitcase filled with magical animals like my grandfather’s!”

"But my spatial magic is not as good as my grandfather's. It is still just an ordinary suitcase and can only hold some of my tools."

The curly hair on Rolf's head seemed to have wilted and drooped down, and he said aggrievedly while holding his suitcase.

"But he promised to make one for me when he comes back this time," Rolf said happily.

"You just said that Mr. Newt was there to deliver a horned beast." Winster pointed out mercilessly.

Rolf looked flustered for a moment, then said firmly, "You just remembered it wrong!"

Winster looked at him suspiciously.

He kept looking at her until a blush welled up on his face, and he turned his face away again.

Finally, he turned to Winster sincerely and said, "Well... it's the Poison Sac Panther. The American Ministry of Magic urgently invited him to help... so."

Rolf said awkwardly: "They changed their decision at the last minute and went to the United States. They threw me here to help - please rest assured, I have obtained the certificate in magical creatures, and my family has a long history of learning. I have lived with them since I was a child, and I know how to contact them. I'm a professional!" he said hurriedly.

"That's why they felt confident in throwing me over here - look." He said seriously, and took out a certificate and transcript from his pocket to show Winster.

Winster leaned over to take a look and found that it was indeed a student who had just reached adulthood. He sighed and said, "Hagrid may not be back for a few hours. He asked me to help feed Buckbeak. If you are willing, can you lend a hand? And wait a moment."

"Okay." Rolf responded happily and followed him, chattering, "Are you the new professor's assistant? Or are you just here to help? You're younger than me, what year are you in now? You don't seem to be as gloomy as those Slytherins I've seen."

Winster was bombarded with a bunch of words and suddenly felt that this guy might not be shy at all and was just a chatterbox.

"If you want, I can be gloomy now--" Winston lowered his eyebrows decisively, imitating his teacher Snape's dark face that scared children, and sneered.

A black face specially designed to scare Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors.

As expected, Rolf shut up and swallowed his words wisely. He turned back to his shy look at the beginning and followed closely behind.

Winster went around to the back of the cabin.

There was a tin bucket, a chopping board and a large, freshly skinned deer carcass.

Buckbeak's cry came across the hut.

"It's hungry."

"I know, otherwise why would Hagrid ask me to come here?"

Winster cast a levitation spell to transfer it to the chopping board beside him. He turned a stone into a stool and stood on it, frowning as he thought about how to cut it. The ferret had been eaten by Buckbeak, the greedy bird. In the past few weeks, Hagrid had hunted or bought some fresh animals to feed it.

But before, they were only small animals, like rabbits, fish and so on. Today was the first time I saw a deer... Hagrid was so busy that he only had time to skin it and leave.

How to feed deer?

"Let me do it," Rolf offered, pulling out a thick boning knife from his briefcase.

The chopping board behind the hut was just a stone slab that Hagrid used to process raw food, and it was stained with layers of blood left by slaughtered animals.

Maybe it was just an ordinary cutting board for Hagrid, but for Winster, it was comparable to some office desks.

Winster made way for Rolf.

Rolf seemed to have entered a certain state. He rolled up his sleeves and dragged the deer carcass. It was then clear that his professional ability was not exaggerated. Rolf skillfully turned the knife, and with a flash of the knife, he cut from the deer's tail to the deer's belly. He held the knife with his right hand and reached in with his left hand to turn the deer's belly open and pull out the internal organs, quickly emptying the organs in the deer's body.

"I do this all the time at home, so practice makes perfect." Rolf explained as he quickly removed the entrails from the deer. "Hippogriffs are not suited to swallowing large bones, especially mammals of this size." He dropped the entrails into the bucket one by one. "It will get stuck in the throat, so to deal with this, we will have to remove the meat from its back later - hide."

Rolf stared at the deer under his command and quickly cut it apart with a knife. Suddenly he glanced at his suitcase and said.

Winster leaned back in obedience.

A narrow boning knife with a thick handle flew out of his suitcase with the handle turned upside down and fell into Rolf's outstretched hand.

Skilled silent spell.

Rolf took the knife and used his backhand to cut off strips of meat from the spine that had just been cut, cut off the tenderloin and tendons and placed them neatly on the chopping board.

(“It won’t eat this.” Rolf picked up the ribs and threw them aside.)

"Bring some water." Rolf turned his back to Winster, poured out all the internal organs, and placed them on the chopping board, saying naturally.

Winster stretched out his wand, and a stream of clear water gushed out from the tip of the wand, washing over the bloody venison.

Rolf scrubbed the venison vigorously.

Watching him expertly cut the deer into pieces that Buckbeak could eat, Winster paused and asked, "What about the bones?"

He pointed to the spine where Rolf had removed the meat. The long, thin bones were piled in a corner of the stone slab.

Rolf washed his hands with the water from Winster's wand, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the blood while looking back at the road they had come from.

Buckbeak, with his collar stretched out, looked around the corner at him.

"...I remember Hagrid should have a hound...wait, what is that?" Rolf recalled, and suddenly seemed to see something.

Winster glanced up at the window sill where Rolf had seen Aragog's lair, and replied calmly, "You are mistaken."

Then Winster waved his wand, commanding the barrel full of venison to float up and follow him, and urged, "Okay, let's go, Buckbeak can't wait any longer. Talking to you will waste too much time-"

From the corner came the sound of Buckbeak's wings flapping happily.

"Let me do it." Rolf immediately caught up and said, picking up the iron bucket that Winster was floating in the air.

Winster raised his eyebrows and looked at him, then silently let him carry the bucket, slowed down his pace, and followed him.

But the levitation spell still persists.

"…Did you tell Luna you were coming to Hogwarts?"

Winster suddenly asked.

"No, I wanted to give her a surprise." Rolf answered subconsciously.

Winster curled his lips and continued walking forward, but Rolf stopped and looked horrified: "How do you know——"

A blush came over his freckled face.

"Luna and I are friends - don't worry, no one will look down on you for making friends with kids younger than you."

"Wait, how old are you saying Luna is?" The blush on his face suddenly stopped.

"Twelve years old, and will soon be thirteen - don't worry, I have absolutely no intention of looking down on you."

The blush on his face shrank back, and he caught up with me again, and the curly hair on his head wilted again.

"I just wanted to come by and celebrate her birthday - we got along pretty well."

Winster didn't even glance at him, walking in front, watching Buckbeak taking small steps in place with anxiety and anticipation, his hopeful little eyes fixed on the barrel full of venison.

"I know you two are just pen pals - I mean, do you want me to inform Luna and ask her to come find you? You can't just enter the castle without the headmaster's permission."

"Uh, yes, yes." Rolf scratched his head awkwardly. The young man who was born with a shy face was full of embarrassment. "So you are the Winster White that Luna mentioned? One of her crow friends."

Winster used a levitation spell to pull a deer loin from the barrel and threw it to Buckbeak. Buckbeak excitedly raised his neck and caught it, then dropped it and swallowed the meat piece by piece by shaking his neck.

"Another one, Buckbeak!" Winster shouted with a smile, waving his wand and pulling out a deer intestine from the barrel and throwing it over.

This time he threw it a little higher, and the intestines were thrown into the air - Buckbeak shouted happily, flapped his wings, jumped into the air, grabbed the intestines, and fell down backwards.

"Perfect!" Winston whistled happily. "Perfect, Buckbeak! Excellent!"

Then he regained his composure and said to Rolf, "Yes, it's me, Winster."

"Luna showed me your photo - you finally remembered to ask my name? My honor." Winster folded his hands and rolled his eyes.

"It seems that Luna didn't say that I suggested she send the letter."

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Seeing Rolf's first impression

Winster: Stupid Sir

I saw my fresh graduate transcript.

Winster: Stupid Senior

Rolf began to show his skills.

Winster: ...seems to be of some use.

Rolf made a surprise speech.

Winster: ...Why is he blushing?

Summary: Give Me Back Newt